• transpire

  • leave the solid pattern, the luring green of stagnant pools
    & penetrate beneath the surface of this image:
    my eyes cold & curious, impersonal pinholes, hostile
    to this shit-bag body stuffed with raw meat and fat and bone.

    Slip out, become the other, vaguely distasteful
    and strangely exciting.
    Capture my fleeting cells and frame them in experience
    built on splinters of consciousness, reshuffled constantly and loosely connected
    to form beautified memories, efficient & functional, designed to fit yours

related work: 'confusion' 1998 (animation) /
audio text work: 'in solitude' 1999